~Ouija~ (A Dip Story)

•°~Principal~°•

Philip's Perspective
I stepped out of the DeLorne household. I gave my best friend, Gregory, a slight smile, watching as he walked back inside, his six year old daughter still in his arms, after his and my daughter, Klementine, had a playdate. My two year old was playing with a necklace I had around my neck, one Damien had given me a week after our five year anniversary. I chuckled as I watched Damien wave goodbye to Gregory's husband, Christophe, who was holding their seven year old. They had their third on the way, while my first had just died. Lucas. His name rang through my ears. But, he died a few months ago. I should get over it. That's what Damien says.

I walked towards our car across the street, Damien following behind, holding our Maine Coon, who Lucas named Aster. The street was actually calmer than usual. I sighed as I walked around one of the trash cans, my feet catching on each other, causing me to fall over. I almost immediately held up Klementine, allowing me to faceplant, while she was grabbed by her father, who sat on the sidewalk. I
slowly got up. Klementine pointed towards two red lights coming closer and closer to me, babbling something about "race, Dada! Mama race!". I finally realized what was happening. I almost immediately kicked my body back up, to warn the driver in some way, any way, only for Damien to trip me up again. The car came rushing towards me, hitting my legs first. Then my torso, and then my head. I was still alive, the pain was sharper than any needle I'd ever had inside of me-

I woke up again.

The teacher was repeatedly hitting my head with the work sheets, and that fat ass Cartman was laughing again. "Oh, Pip! Detention! Detention I say!" Her tits are practically dragging on the damn ground. "Oh! Yes ma'am, Ms. Jigglets!"

Damien was just staring at me, laughing as I got hit. Nobody could see him, mainly only me. The teacher thought I was snarling at her when I was snarling at him because he wasn't there for her. "Attitude!? Is that...Attitude, in my classroom? WOE IS ME!" Who the fuck yells that? "No...! No ma'am, it's not an attitude- I swear! Forgive me." More students started to laugh. Damien just shot me a quick little wink.

I rolled my eyes as she walked towards her desk, writing a write-up note, her ugly ass duck lips put up in a snooty way. I groaned as she gave me the pink slip, pointing towards the door. "Out of my classroom! OUT, I say!" "Okay, okay, old asshole..." I mumbled, getting up as my seat backed up behind me. "The Frenchie getting sent to the office?" Cartman cooed. I shot him a glare, as well as a face. He laughed even more at that. God, I'm shit at intimidating.

I walked towards Mr. PC principal's office. They fired principal Victoria a few years back, and she instead moved to work as an assistant librarian in my high school's library. I wish she was still the principal, that girl knew when and how to deal with any situation.

I finally reached the office, and I knocked on the door loudly, but not too aggressively. I wasn't prepared to have him call my sister, who was coming on her way back right now. I really worry if she would ever find out about her ouija board being used. I heard an annoying, almost stupid, Ai sounding voice inviting me in. I sighed and I opened up the door, only to be greeted by Kenny and Butters. "Was fucking in the bathroom worth it boys? Hm?" He asked. "No consent either!? Wow, Kenny. That's a whole new low." I laughed when I noticed what the conversation was clearly about. Butters was panicking, and Kenny had his jacket taken away, revealing a look of carelessness (and poor clothing choices).

I chuckled and stepped closer, sitting down on the third chair and handing the slip over to Mr. PC principal. He shot me a glare. "This is a private situation, okay!? I'm telling them the magic of consent-"

"Okay, okay-" he read the slip, before staring at me through his glasses. "DISOBEYING A TEACHER!? HOW COULD YOU- wait, you're not gay, right? I can't get cancelled, right?" I stayed silent. "I am gay, sir!" I lied (even though it clearly wasn't), and I tried to sound offended, "and I am actually offended by your yelling, sir PC principal! Why, I should tell my parents!" I know damn well I don't have any parents. "Ah, shit!"

He yelled. Kenny laughed, but Marjorine- or, Butters- hid his/her face in embarrassment. "...well, shit. OUT OF MY OFFICE YOU TWO, I'LL TALK TO YOU BOTH LATER! AND YOU TOO, LITTLE SUING BOY! I'M CALLING MY LAWYER!"

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Word count: 901
How many times I've died while writing: 7
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